Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Only moments ago, she'd been so close to breaking, clambering for an ounce of control that she finally regains - yet her body still sings of his touch. If Vesper had pushed just a little more, a little farther, she would have fallen apart completely. Part of her wishes he had, overpowering her every urge to resist until she exploded in pure ecstasy; but her competitive side relishes in the way he seems to accept defeat, the purr that accompanies his words thrumming though her pleasantly. Even as his hand and shadows retreat, she knows that it won't be for long, confident she can take his challenge.
There are so many ways Thal wants to answer - wants him: on top, rough, naked, moaning, buried in her; but she settles for a raise of her eyebrows, mischief sparking with the plans that coil like a serpent in her mind. Lifting her lips towards his, she hovers them like he's done to her so many times, voice breathy and seductive through the smirk she wears. "Let me show you."
Without warning (although Vesper will see it coming), she hooks her leg behind his, twisting so that she is suddenly straddling him, their positions switched along with their shifting power dynamic. It sends a shiver of excitement down her spine to simmer in her core - the one that already drips with lingering lust and growing anticipation. Bracing her hands flat against his abdomen, her breath hitches quietly as she settles gently over his waist. Thal's head falls back as her heat presses against him, hair tumbling down her back in wild waves that frame the dramatic lift of her chest. She takes a moment to appreciate how he feels beneath her, making her bite her lip against the instinct to grind her hips, and the groan that threatens to arise; instead, she leans forward to drag her lips over his, not kissing but teasing with a slow exhale of breath. Thal lets her tone purr with unbridled delight. "Do you need me to go slow? Or do you think you can keep up?" A gracious offer on her part, although the glowing blue of her eyes suggest it won't matter either way.
There are so many ways Thal wants to answer - wants him: on top, rough, naked, moaning, buried in her; but she settles for a raise of her eyebrows, mischief sparking with the plans that coil like a serpent in her mind. Lifting her lips towards his, she hovers them like he's done to her so many times, voice breathy and seductive through the smirk she wears. "Let me show you."
Without warning (although Vesper will see it coming), she hooks her leg behind his, twisting so that she is suddenly straddling him, their positions switched along with their shifting power dynamic. It sends a shiver of excitement down her spine to simmer in her core - the one that already drips with lingering lust and growing anticipation. Bracing her hands flat against his abdomen, her breath hitches quietly as she settles gently over his waist. Thal's head falls back as her heat presses against him, hair tumbling down her back in wild waves that frame the dramatic lift of her chest. She takes a moment to appreciate how he feels beneath her, making her bite her lip against the instinct to grind her hips, and the groan that threatens to arise; instead, she leans forward to drag her lips over his, not kissing but teasing with a slow exhale of breath. Thal lets her tone purr with unbridled delight. "Do you need me to go slow? Or do you think you can keep up?" A gracious offer on her part, although the glowing blue of her eyes suggest it won't matter either way.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
